Page 13 of The Mobster's Flower

His mouth is so close to mine, I can feel his warm breath against my lips, but it’s the hard bulge pressed directly against my clothed sex that has my breathing growing shot. I tug at mydress, shuffling a little on his lap as I do so, and that makes my breath catch in my throat when I accidentally rake my aching center over his hard ridge.

And then I can’t stop.

I want the feeling again. It’s almost as if something feral takes over me as I rock my pussy over his erection, the friction causing my breath to come out in short gasps.

“Oh God,” I moan shamelessly, slapping my palm over his chest as I chase the delicious feeling.

I know I’ll look back to this moment—this day in its entirety—and want to hide from mortification, but right now, nothing matters but this man and the feeling only he has ever given me.

Vlad grabs my thighs and halts my movements. “You are such a tease, little girl,” he says gruffly, sliding his hands under my dress, causing the deep pulse between my thighs to grow. “Do you know what happens when little girls play with fire?” He drags his hands up to my naked waist before yanking me hard against him, making me whimper with need.

“I don’t care,” I whine, half delirious with desperation and tired of his delays. I am not afraid of him. Nothing he does to me will hurt more than what already happened today, and that’s why I need him. Why I need this.

I rest my hands on the back of the driver’s seat and start rolling my hips once more, grinding over his erection and chasing the delicious feeling that tugs at the base of my stomach “I don’t want to stop. Don’t tell me to stop.”

“I won’t.”

The kiss is feral. The way he grabs my nape and kisses me like my lips hold the air he needs to live, and I let him. Vladburies his fingers into my hair as he plummets his tongue into my mouth. It’s hungry and downright obscene the way he kisses me…the way I kiss him back.

It doesn’t even occur to me that I just met this man or that he’s a dangerous criminal, only that I want him.I crave him.

The wet glide of our tongues is downright sinful but it feels perfect. A whimper climbs up my throat when he brings his free hand to my breast and fondles me through my dress. I roll my hips over his erection, feeling the pressure in my sex grow when his knuckles clamp down around my aching nipple and tug.

“Oh!” I cry out, my back arching and pressing hard on the steering wheel, barely registering the uncomfortable feeling.

“You are fucking drug, little girl,” he grinds out, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my chin and to my neck. “No one has come close to making me lose my fucking mind the way I do with you.”

Vlad takes me by surprise when he grabs the neckline of my dress and yanks it down, tearing at the fabric when he does so. His mouth kisses a trail down my throat as he tugs hard at my bra, breaking the clasp as well. He’s like an animal, seeking…tearing at whatever’s in his way, and all I can do is brace myself, but nothing prepares me for when he leans down and licks at my nipple.

“Fucking hell, baby. Your tits are gorgeous,” he growls deeply, dragging the pad of his tongue over my bud and kneading the other firmly in his hand. “So fucking perfect, greedy little nipples begging for a man’s touch.”

Yes.

Wet heat pools at my core and a cry rises in my throat when he pinches a beaded nipple between his long-callousedfingers and draws the other into his mouth. My head spins at the wet suction. There is nothing gentle about the way he tugs at the sensitive beads, rolling his tongue around the bud and sending a storm of heat licking up my body.

“Vlad!” I whimper when he grazes my nipple with his teeth, shifting his attention between the pair until I am trembling with the need for more. “Vlad,please.”

Vlad makes a low guttural noise in the back of his throat as pulls away. He opens the car door, and then, I am being lifted out of the car with my legs tightly wrapped around him and naked breasts pressed hard against his chest. I don’t care to look where he’s taking me as I drop my mouth to his neck, licking at his tattoos and taking in his strong, intoxicating scent, burying myself in him and half-crazed with lust.

Some part of my brain registers when he opens the back door and guides me inside before following. The back seat of his large SUV is spacious, but with Vlad’s broad frame, it’s still a tight fit, so I reach back and brace myself against the passenger side door. When Vlad climbs in after me—like a predator stalking prey—I am already craving the hard feel of his body against mine. My hand is on his jaw and my lips are seeking his before we’re even settled.

He tears off the rest of my dress as he kisses me, and it’s in tatters before his mouth starts traveling down my body. I’m trembling by the time his lips make it to the spot above my sex.

I’ve heard about this, even watched it in porn one time when I’d gotten brave enough to look it up.

I always imagined what it would feel like when a man kisses a woman down there, and when Vlad grabs my panties and yanks them down my thighs, I find that I want more than anything to know what it will feel like to have his mouth downthere. He grabs my knees and pushes them up, bending them and leaving my sex exposed. My cheeks flare with mortification, but I asked for this, did I not?

Will I like it?

What a stupid thought. This is Vlad. The man who, with a simple touch, is able to erase thoughts from of my mind, and it doesn’t matter what he does to me, I know I will like—

A scream climbs up my throat and my back presses into the car seat when I feel the wet slide of his tongue over the valley of my sex. There is little warning, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s not this stomach-clenching, toe-curling feeling that rocks my body when the man runs his tongue over my parted feminine lips and licks at my arousal.

It’s dizzying, the feeling.

“Vlad, oh my God,” I sob when he presses his fingers into my thigh and strokes my clit with the tip of his tongue. He makes a deep guttural noise as he laps at my arousal, teasing my clit in swift strokes that cause a storm of heat pooling in my belly and threatening to burst any second.

My hips jump off the seat as I try to chase the feeling, but he presses them down hard, humming in the back of his throat as he drives me to the brink of madness with his mouth. My sex aches with a need unlike anything I have felt before, but everything goes static when his mouth closes hotly over my sensitive clit, sucking the bud between his lips in hungry licks.

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